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PRINCE

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PRINCE

Micheal is pretty great but if I had to choose, I am going with Prince. Prince inspired Nas, Kendrick Lamar, Bruno Mars Alicia Keys and Beyonce, he lives in their music. He is entrenched in the fiber of popular culture. I am going with Prince because of Eddie Murphy on “Coming to America”, they made a sequel 30 years later and his music still served as a soundtrack to the movie. He makes timeless art, art about love and beautiful girls. Going with Prince because of Electric guitars and ’80 synthesizers. Going with Prince because of “When Doves Cry”, still one of my favorite songs of all time, it gets me in the mood, I can’t help but to dance to it. Going with Prince because he was an amazing creative who in addition to serving as the lead vocalist, produced all his music. No seriously, Prince did everything! He played all the instruments, I am talking guitar, drums, sax and organs. He also chereographed the moves you see on stage. Going with Prince because his music was futuristic yet retro. Contradictory? Juxtaposition? Nah, listen to the music and you’ll understand, it never goes out of style. Going with Prince because of my two EPs, “Projections” and “the hero”, if I were to create a full length LP, it would have a Prince influence, I’d be over the top, talk about love and guitars would dominate. Going with Prince because of “Purple Rain”. “Purple Rain” is “Purple Rain”, self-explaintory, one of the greatest albums ever made and millions around the world have been conceived to it. Going with Prince because of his style, the androgynous sensitive artist and how his music makes me feel. I feel happy, I want to dance and I feel enveloped by love. Prince because I am a romantic. Prince because of “The most beautiful girl in the world”. Prince because of 1999! Prince because “Purple Rain” is better than “Thriller”. Opps! Don’t mean to be inflammatory, this is just one man’s opinion. I love Micheal, but if I had to choose, I am going with Prince, Prince is closer to my spirit.

Joburg Theatre hosted a Prince concert today, Sam put in the through ball and I finished off the move. Outstanding show! Amazing performer Dale Ray is. He is Prince in every sense! He sang like him, he danced like him, he even played all the instruments! No kidding! He played the Electric guitar, piano, sax, keyboard, drums and danced throughout. Great stage presence, he interacted with the audience and made us feel like we were a part of the show. I can’t believe it! I went to a Prince concert! It had all the enthusiasm, the lights, the band, screens, amazing sound, cheographed dancing, beautiful lady back-up singers and I was in unison with the crowd when we sang! It wasn’t a dream, it was live. We were on our feet, some on their knees and we sang to the top of our lungs and Prince himself validated and acknowledged our presence! Prince himself lead us into these songs. Dale Ray is Prince, he is Prince in every sense! “When Doves Cry” was second on the program, “I Would Die 4 You” somewhere, “Kiss” there, “Cream” of course, other classics and “Purple Rain” last, we should have demanded an encore, to stretch the moment a bit longer, stay in that spirit, dance and sing the whole night away. Congratulations to Showtime Australia for an amazing concert and the whole team for a great concert. Unforgettable. Memorable.

SILVER TONGUE DEVIL

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SILVER TONGUE DEVIL

He told me that I am the most beautiful girl he had ever seen. That I have everything, the smile, the body and the personality. I think he is a professor on hyperbole, a professor in the sense that he can hold a seminar with a room full of profiled, esteemed and affirmed men and make them all feel special – subjectively. The way he paints pictures with his mouth sometimes – it’s incredible, work only rivalled by the Mona Lisa by Leonardo Da Vinci. You know that his comments are exaggerated, falsified, fabricated and unverified but you still get lost in them. It’s like they bypass your conscious mind. He is so smooth. He is sweet. I am in love with him. He makes me feel like I can fly. When he touches me, I get hypersensitive and my nerves are all over like the scattered stars in the night sky. I love being seen with him, he drives up my worth and makes people talk. They are all envious, they want to be me. I am known like I matter when I am with him, when I get seen with him. I feel safe when I am with him. I feel secure. Like I can invest my time with him like a stock portfolio. I have a feeling it will yield positive dividends.

My first time was amazing. Sex is the most beautiful thing in the world. It has warmth. It is caring. It is sensitive. It is courteous. It is expressive. It is freedom. We got lost in each other’s arms and it felt like I was dreaming. I was liberated. I blinked three times, finally I am at the pinnacle of life; what the human experience is about, sex – love. He is the most important thing in my life. I don’t want to lose him. When he was in me, the world stopped and it was just me and him. Nothing else mattered. I felt his soul, his heartbeat. It’s just a process I fail to encapsulate with words you had to be there it was just passionate, heated and concentrated. It was like an explosion. Our souls reacted a force superior to nuclear. We were the bomb that exploded and left everything in ruins.

He is sometimes distant in a way I don’t understand. I am here for you. Please talk to me. I don’t know what to make of it. He confuses me. I think he is lying to me, maybe he is using me. Maybe I am a secret and there are thousands of me. Maybe I am making this up and he really is busy as he proclaims. I always see him after some time and when I do, it’s great! He takes me to 5-Star Hotels and game reserves and it’s so romantic. We usually travel long distances. We explore the country. We have the best sex in the world. With his tongue he takes me through the solar system, through the milky lane, straight to the many galaxies and back to earth. He gives me showers of orgasms. He satisfies me. He takes care of me. He is the best lover I have ever had!

He promised to marry me one day, I can’t wait! He makes my dreams come true. He is the best thing that has ever happened to me. I can’t believe he loves me. I love him.

22 December 2016

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22 December 2016

All these women are the same. It’s the illusion of choice that’s confusing my niggas. They all do the same thing. They all say the same things. You can never rely on a bitch. They will break your heart and threaten you with pregnancy. They are crooked and sly. They are nothing. They are dirty. I always advice my niggas to snack and then leave. They are unworthy and uncertain like rain in winter. They are evil. They don’t use their brains. The age of information has made things worse because now there’s 6 of me and we all want the same thing. I fail to respect them because I always win. I feel too much emphasis is placed on the pussy – it’s not deep; they are all pink on the inside. Illusions are clouding my niggas judgements. You can snack any girl you want. I am not a bad guy. After all, If I just purchase a 6 pack this could be a transaction.

20 December 2016

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20 December 2016

This is our win; thank you to everyone involved in the process. Thank you to the people who shared their knowledge in the form of books to the whole world. A big shout out to the internet, we appreciate the free videos. I was ready. I was reading on the Kuma- Sutra, female genitalia, the importance of the stimulating of the clitoris, scared sex positions and Kegel exercises. And of course the practice of knocking bitches out the park on a constant. My PC Muscles were improved and I was ready. What a great December this is turning out to be.

I met Dineo; the hot girl in high school. She was still hotter than the sun. I always wanted a second chance with her, to redeem myself, just to prove I could do it. It transpired like a movie – I wish I had captured it and made it objective for everyone to see my victory, to bask in my glory. It was at a social event, an acquaintance was the host and she was there with her friends. The mood of the ceremony was quite celebrative and festive. It was light and friendly, tranquil with no hint of hostility. The sound that graced the social was Amapiano.

I was at the social event first considering I helped with preparations for the event. She came in a bit later with her friends when the place was fuller. It was two guys and three girls, I sensed what kept the group together was a brother and sister dynamic between the friends or that they are genuinely friends or that the guys were still in the early seduction stage and in that event it was an even ground for all. I didn’t see the two guys as threats. They looked meek and inexperienced – I don’t know in which field. Dineo was so hot. Those boobs and that ass – has the perfect ass to boobs ratio. Everything is just perfect about her. Her eyes are light brown; they are so mystical. Her skin tone just light not yellow. Her hair dark brown and natural yet curly.

I had to be intelligent. When her group came to my group to greet us and all the formalities of a social event; I excused myself to the toilet so that I can avoid an interaction with her. But I know she saw me. To be honest with you, I think I panicked. My conscious mind didn’t think of that plan to go to the toilet. It was an unconscious force. But now that I was in the toilet, I needed to improvise and actually derive a plan. I didn’t have one. In the end I decided that I was going to avoid and perhaps ignore her for the whole event. It was the only logical thing to do. I was not ready to face up to her. And I couldn’t leave the event, I was a part of the hosting committee. As an astute businessman that’s inexcusable. And I couldn’t drink too much either. I don’t know. It wasn’t a good idea so I braved out the toilet and went straight to their social group and welcomed them all. I was friendly and courteous – it’s still business after all. I think they felt welcomed. I greeted Dineo and embraced her with a hug. She was so beautiful. I left and returned to my social environment. I felt good. Going to her group was a good idea. But once again, it was the unconscious force pushing me. I was never going to do that – hell no! All I felt was a burning sensation in my diaphragm and since my gut was not at its designated spot – it was difficult to parley with it. Anything could have happened – things were out of my control.

Later in the evening when I was at the bar she came up to me and requested a 6-pack. I obliged and got a bucket and filled it with ice for her convenience. And we talked. It was a good conversation, professional – we catched up and had a couple of laughs. And then it accelerated. She said she never stopped thinking about me. It was silent for a couple of seconds. But I am not stupid, I am quite intelligent and I knew where she was heading with this. I knew exactly what she wanted and I wanted it as well! I responded with a question requesting the identity of her friends. She responded, those two are brother and sister and the rest we just friends held by the fact that we live in the same location. I noticed the fullness of her responses. I looked at her body language – she was mirroring me! A fuse blew up in mind but I had to be steady. I asked her to come sit with me and that we would plenty of fun. She agreed and took the bucket with ice and beers to her friends stating that she’ll be right back. I thought I was doomed. I had no plan. But I looked around at my surroundings and I saw plenty of girls and women and it occurred to me that she was just a woman. In a typical weekend I lure 2-3 women in my nest. A soothing voice came up to me and said “relax, this is the moment you have been waiting for all your life. You are ready. Your practical examinations are excellent and the theory you reading is making you a legend in the city. Just be yourself”. “Just be yourself” it said I calmed down and relaxed. I can’t mess this one up.

Later she was at my place. I had been excellent all day. I need to cap of this day. When we were driving to my place. All I did was to picture her naked. Those tits; are they going to take me to heaven like they promise? They are so firm. I had been reading on sex and how to pleasure your partner. It advised that kissing is erotic. That it prepares the orgasms. It advised the pressure points: the neck, areas on the torso and of course boobs. I couldn’t wait to kiss and suck those boobs. It would be an experience for me. I couldn’t wait to do that. It was so important to me and my life.

I wanted to do things to her. Things that she will never forget. My intention was to pleasure her good. Riding to the crib I thought about the game plan. I am a trader and the blueprint is the most important thing – stocks taught me how to plan thoroughly. I thought about her pussy as well. Cunnilingus always makes them go crazy – I thought about eating her pussy whole. I bet her pussy is tight. But I had to be strategic about this. I can still eat her whole pussy up but I need to stimulate the clitoris first. The key is to always to keep moving your tongue. Faith and Bontle love it, they get orgasms too. A couple of seconds into sex and they are already blown away. I love it when they vibrate, it’s their way of telling me I did well. I think it’s a man’s duty to give a woman an orgasm because if men can’t do it, what then? There’s nothing men can’t do. My pumps ratio is also good. I have solid PC Muscles. I practice Kegel exercises every day and I fuck almost every day. Don’t mean to brag but I am in the level of a porn star – penetration wise, I am good.
Before we even stepped in the house, I had a detailed plan. In the end it all worked out for me. Gave her orgasms over orgasms she will be back. I made sure.

Senzo (The Devilish Romantic)

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Senzo (The Devilish Romantic)

2 March 2015
I had such an incredible day at the market today. My best day as a trader. I made $2400 on 6 trades in just 7 hours. Oh it was thrilling too because my stop-loses were almost triggered. I don’t know what I would have done. It was do or die. I had to recuperate loses I incurred on the last two trading days and I went above and beyond. I always advice traders to look at “Major Reversal Patterns” you know; check double tops and bottoms, check triple tops and bottoms, check for a trend with a “V- Reversal”, check for a head and shoulder trend and look at other time frames! So when my advice works for me, I don’t know I get a big head. Maybe I am the best trader in the world – my account certainly agrees. Okay maybe not the best in the world but good.
Thanks to today’s exploits I have an excess of $6000 on my account that I can use for entertainment. That’s R98000 – I am feeling festive.

8 March 2015
Today was an interesting day. A normal man would have died. In the morning at round about 5:30 am Bontle comes at the crib. I wasn’t expecting her. She didn’t call. She didn’t text. She woke up one day and decided to be “spontaneous”. She woke up and decided to be a better person all of a sudden. Nobody knew about this, she was the only person that had this information. How is this my fault? She deserved today’s interaction. I am not wrong. I didn’t know. Of course, she found me with another woman. I didn’t panic. Even when she made a scene and ripped off my new sheets – sheets she purchased to be fair. I was ice cold. It was already a bad situation. She tried to corner me and asked me to choose between her and the “new girl”. I am not dumb, I am not going to commit to such a thing. Besides, I love them both. They are useful in various areas in my life. I just walked out. It was the best thing to do. This is not beyond my control. This has happened before with different girls. This is not a problem.

9 March 2015
If Bontle respected me as a man, I wouldn’t do such things. It’s her fault. She’s rude and vile sometimes. She has control issues. She’s crazy. But I love her.

15 May 2015
I was with Lerato today. She was in ripe condition. She was ready for me. She was all over me like a body rush. She enveloped me. She embraced me totally. To be honest, I wasn’t on my game. I was sloppy, slow and dry – however I did the job. Her sounds were overly over the top for the performance I put in. The whole sexual act was a folly for me. It makes me think. What else is she lying to me about?

12 November 2015
I was with Bontle today. I had a plan. It was not a good one but nonetheless a plan. I heard through the grapevine that she was organizing a baby shower for her sister. I planned to be there.
Communication between me and her was non-existent since she found me in bed Faith. Secretly I was conversing with her sister – I apologized and requested her assistance and she obliged. My plan was to see her in the morning before she began with preparations for the shower and I needed her sister to grant me access in the house. She helped. At 6:00 am I was in and the house was empty; just me and her (she was still in bed sleeping).

The highlights of the heated and emotional conversation we had was; I am sorry and I was not able to control myself. She seduced me and it was just sex – not like what we have. That I love you and I choose you. That I need you in my life and that you make everything worthwhile. It was routine. It helps that she is younger. Now I just have to take her to a game reserve or somewhere exciting to complete the process. I have learned that if you can validate three things namely; self-perception, intelligence and that they are “good people” – you can do anything you want. After all, self-interest rules. It is the same tact that worked on her sister. Also go low when she goes high it has some sort of psychological effect that helps the process.

16 December 2016
BEST HEAD THIS YEAR! The women in Pretoria are incredible! I will be CUMMING soon. What a 6- pack of alcoholic brewages will do for you – it will give you a head start.

Zamokuhle (The Superior Man)

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Zamokuhle (The Superior Man)
2 December 2008
He is new to us; just like how I had been in the past. That always has a seductive element. What more can I say? He’s okay.

14 February 2010
Why shouldn’t I be a bit narcissistic? I am pretty. I am hot. Life is about perspective and I have men and boys drooling over me.

14 September 2012
Why did he choose me? I did nothing to warrant or initiate this. I have my problems too. Why me? My one night out all summer. He hasn’t even tried speaking to me. And Facebook? Really? He’s too much of a boy.

5 April 2014
I am not sure about his intentions. He is too smitten. He is overly infatuated with me. I sense a lot of insecurities. I am flattered of course but I can do better. Besides the time is lost – the show goes on. But because I am a good person. I am going to give him a go. Two weeks ago, I met a guy coincidentally has the same name. He is a bit older. He is good looking not cute unlike the former.

He looks assured. He is always in a suit – men in suits make me melt. It’s a seduction thing, I just
can’t get enough of them! He has businesses. He has money. He looks powerful. It’s obvious which direction I am leaning towards – it’s a no brainer. Maybe that was a bad example – it was doomed from the start. But such is the probability of us linking up.

16 March 2015
I wish he would just leave me alone. I don’t mind the attention plus it confirms I am still good, but it can be tiring. His plan just has the opposite effect. He’s fighting a losing battle. I don’t want to be with him.

18 May 2016
He just doesn’t have an off button.

18 November 2017
Mr. Insecurities strikes again. I don’t need this in my life. Besides, I kind of like his friend much better we have a history. He makes everything difficult and complicated. I have issues and problems too
that’s why I am always running. Biding my time; I’ll get my time, my moment. Life is frustrating. I feel I am in a loop and I have to do the things I don’t like every day. All I want to do is watch television and sleep. The pressures of being a woman in the modern world. If he knew what I have been through, he wouldn’t like me as much. He would stay away. He would leave. He would stop loving me. I am pure in his eyes. I don’t want to tarnish that. He thinks I am perfect.

21 February 2018
He apologized for his outbreak – his moment of madness. Like “give me a chance”, “I love you” get the fuck away with that. He makes me nervous like what do you want from me? I am not who you think I am, get away, get away! I wish he would just go away. I don’t know why I have his number saved on my phone. I don’t know why I respond to his messages. I don’t know why I send him my best pictures. He appreciates them (the pictures), goes crazy for them, sends a million emoji’s because of them – my pictures genuinely make him happy. He makes me feel good.

26 July 2018
For my birthday he bought me book about food and sent it over the internet. It was an eBook, it was sweet. He said that he remembered a moment in high school when I wanted to change the school’s tuck-shop menu and that lead him to purchase a book about food. I appreciate the sentiment and the thought. Last year for my birthday, he wanted to take me out. In nicely constructed paragraphs he politely asked me out. I couldn’t say no – he knew when my birthday was; that’s nice. I agreed but I needed to be strategic. I postponed on the last day to take him off his stride. He was adamant and determined to see me so we had to postpone for the following week. I knew he wouldn’t take his foot off the pedal so this time I had to see him. It almost didn’t happen because I had errands to run in town but he patiently wanted for me and we had a good time. Overall, I had a great birthday!

12 September 2018
I have started talking with an old friend of mine. He’s someone I had a crush on. It started when we were young. The element of time is making the seductive process stronger as I now feel intoxicated by him. It all started at the tender age of 11, we were both in a new environment – a new school to further develop ourselves and minds. We were both on a neutral platform so we linked and communicated with one another with greater ease. Because he was also new, he was one of the first students I knew. And then he switched schools once again and he was gone. I met him 2 years later in high school and he still looked good. Another two years apart and we were in the same class. That’s when our love affair commenced. You see it’s a great love affair bonded by destiny and the Universe. We just never got the timing right but it could still happen. I am still young and pretty and his just amazing. You see it in his posts his strong, his radiant, durable, assured and everything is just going right for him. He comes from a good family with good values and principles. He has money. He has travelled the world and women find him irresistible. He’s amazing!

15 September 2018
I want him. I love him. I just can’t stop thinking about him. My whole structure of being is filled with desire for another man. How do I get his attention? How do I make him go crazy with desire?

26 September 2018
He’s my best friend, my confidant. I tell him everything.

BABYGIRL

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BABYGIRL

Babygirl I apologize for everything. I lacked the fundamental skill of observation. I lacked empathy and sympathy. I am a bad person. I had a passive mind and it was fixed blaming you. Love frustrates me. I often think how many people would know love if the word didn’t exist. Society and popular culture keeps forcing it down my throat – and I don’t like their version. I am frustrated by everything. The world keeps implementing gender neutral policies and I don’t know what they mean for future generations so I often feel marginalized. I don’t mean the disrespectful comments, I am sorry. I should know better, I was raised better than that. The truth is that I wouldn’t manage a day in your heels. It’s hard. I would fall on my face. You do it with style and grace in a zoo filled with cobras, mountain lions and vultures. They all want a piece of you like the middle circle in a dart game – the bullseye! In the end, they all miss. They miss because you were never the target. Self- inspection is the target and they shoot wide and it shows because they don’t know themselves. I too shot wide.

The world is such a tricky and dangerous maze for you. If you somehow escape your immediate family there’s still the external world to contend with. Figures with authority tend to put fingers and parts of themselves into you like the process of validating a ticket in a soccer game and it’s unfair because you’re not the gate. Why must your locks be picked? I get so angry when I reflect because you get to live with the scars. Ocean deep scars that can never be diluted. So the only thing to do is to repress. Just maybe you take pictures and selfies to avoid the horrors of your mind. Like demons they possess the sober mind, that’s why you need social media – it’s therapeutic; the likes say you are loved and I agree.

Babygirl, I don’t know how you handle the pressures of the world. The standard of beauty keeps changing like waves and you are still a classic like Converse “All-Stars”. After all, you need to bait and seduce men. A man who can take care of you and all your needs. We are not getting any younger and time is unfortunately not on our side. That’s why you can never wear too much make- up. The nails and hair need to be up-to-date too, those are the things that matter most. They lure men – that and short skirts. Not that you need a man but a family gives life purpose. Your mother – that bitch, is always on the fence barking orders and making deadlines regarding your life. How can you predict the day you’ll fall in love? They never call back even with short skirts and make-up. They void your attempts like nothing is better. I never used to understand your frustrations but I now do.
It’s like I am alone and it’s not a choice but rather the environment and universe condemning me to that reality. My biological clock is ticking while my peers are settling down and starting families. I have options but they are not viable. Maybe I should rekindle old relations to widen my scope. The lenses I have now show me a very blurry and foggy perspective of the future. My options are being eliminated like hitmen on the roof. My anxiety levels are high as a plane on cruise control. The world has killed my dreams. I am not as pretty as I used to be. I used to get a lot of attention from men but now, not so much. The world discarded me like last week’s newspaper. What am I supposed to do?

Babygirl, I am sorry for insinuating that you have a bad character and questionable values. For most of us we play the hand we have been dealt and hope for the best. Why should conditions and variables be different for you? I was jealous and smitten. With just everything in my fiber, I wanted to be with you. You wanted to be with someone else, someone with better resources who can take care of what’s primary. It was do or die for you – I have to respect that. It’s not your fault I am poor. I just wish I were the object of your lust.

Babygirl, I will do better. I will try for you. I have been so inconsiderate that I am embarrassed. Love consumes and envy is admitting to yourself that you are inadequate and it’s painful. I was attacked by both love and envy simultaneously. My mind with all of its cognition functions couldn’t decode all that information. I crashed. I didn’t mean to relegate you to a world of taking selfies and sharing memes – you are more than that. I get critical of women because of my past. I was with a girl who told her parents that she had a job in the big city – little did I know, I was the job.

I read somewhere that the mind interprets dreams and reality the same way and I was really ecstatic! I couldn’t wait to get to sleep because that’s the only time I get to be with you.
Please take care of yourself

Best Regards

The great man
ANTAKALIPA

THE NEW PLAN

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THE NEW PLAN

I think that it was expected. The mind surprises me every time. It’s so primitive, so effective. What an engine. I think it was too tough. The mat kept on being swiped off the floor. The concreate was unstable, it didn’t have floor muscles. We just kept moving like pawns in a chess game. Strategic? I think it’s subjective. I just wanted something to hold on to, I couldn’t stop the world from spinning. She threw in a rope and I have been holding on ever since. I couldn’t let go, didn’t want to let go, didn’t want that part of me to wither. It was a reflex – the amygdala, I was constantly under attack and I just protected myself. But I notice you held the rope too. A great grip, the rope was rigid and erected on a skyscrapers foundation. You stayed on with me. I think it’s magical; something that transcends into invisible realms. I think you get it – this life thing. I think you tough, a trait that is so seductive. I think you’re smooth like a lioness with a pray on its sight. You open minded. You a Kanye West fan; the ice-breaker, the common route, a little point on the exponential chart we can zoom in and explore; music, art, classified under the humanities – what makes life bearable. You didn’t make it easy for me. You were too good. I couldn’t let go of the rope, it was between life and death. Because if I do, then my whole world crumbles. I am in a unique position to be witnessing the guy who will attempt to pull the mat from my feet. His heading towards my way and I don’t want an interaction with him so I think I will just get off the mat. I think I’ll also let this rope go now. Kanye West is doing trap and making 7 track albums in any case. And while I still can’t stop the world from spinning, I can move with it; I am equipped. I have such a long way to go, its critical I get the foundation phase just right. I ask that you let go of the rope on your side.

I just want something that’s just mine. Something that is subjective and particular like taste and art. The alternative route, an empty canvas, custom made and specialized – something brand new.
That’s the new plan.

My Beautiful 100 Hectares

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My Beautiful 100 Hectares

Where do I even start?
How do I begin to express myself?
What do I even say?
I don’t think words alone are sufficient for me attain your numbers four you are 1 in 500 000.

I am sorry, I don’t mean to be cheesy
and I am not using Cheddar to try and lure you in a trap
for I am well aware you run the streets and the underground.

The beautiful thing about the bottom is the sky is what you taught me,
you believe in love,
happiness and you just make my heart beat.
Faster is an adjective to describe how time moves when I am with you.
A lapse in time is an eternity in rue.

My beautiful 100 hectares our souls are intertwined,
bonded by something more than science.
Every time I try and leave
my heart screams out in defiance.
Or is it just psychological warfare?

My mind is fountained by thoughts of you and the memories we shared.
You are the cannonball splash that makes every woman and man wet.
Dripping with authenticity,
sparkling like wine,
your volatile personality erupts like oil in a mine.

My beautiful 100 hectares,
you hold the route to my soul.
Our minds like clay can be moulded and created by the artist.
Modify me to a plane so I can soar above you,
to see the world,
explore and make my way like a monarch butterfly.

My beautiful 100 hectares contain me in a bigger box,
with space to move around and windows without bars.
Bar me from suffering so I can make the world a better place.
The world can be our oyster- the world can be our plate.
All I need is a reservation and I promise I won’t be late.

Magnificent Goddess I am sorry,
I apologize.
I am not usually like this.
It’s just that,
I have always believed in following what shines brightest to you.
But that never works in real life.
I take everything back.
For insinuating you whack could forcefully put me to the sack.
For you are the Jack of all trades,
the enforcer of every raid and up there with the greats.

My beautiful 100 hectares walk tall,
with stiletto heels that were custom made for your feet.
You are the authoritative figure,
illuminate us with your beauty like a street light. For you are more exhilarating than a street fight,
a sight more breath-taking than the eclipse at night.

My beautiful 100 hectares,
you created matrixes’- worlds,
in which we could create characters for ourselves.
On Friday,
I am Zlatan,
on Saturday Messi
and success is determined by the number of times I put the ball between legs.
The dangers and repercussions usually nutmeg our untrained clay minds but it’s worth it.
For in the weekend, I am free.

My beautiful 100 hectares,
I think I have the formula for life.
It was blurry at first but I got better lenses and changed the orientation of the page.
My hope often withers like autumn
and in that moment it’s cold and windy.
But I am comforted by the fact that I come home to you.
For you are warm,
funny,
carefree and happy.

The world is already this big matrix that I will never explore.
My life is already on auto-pilot
Just as long as,
I have my Television set, my smartphone and my weekends, I will be okay.

DONDA

/ antakalipa / Leave a comment

Donda

Good day

I would like to take the opportunity to thank you for DONDA. It is the greatest album of all time! Plus you’re back with JAY-Z, AHHHH you made my wildest dreams come true! And that Lionel Messi line is the best thing EVER! And there’s also Lauryn Hill! Oh, thanks man. So much greatness in this album! It’s like this album was custom made for me! Thank you God. I wished and prayed for a project this complete. I will be honest, I didn’t like that 7 track project. The day it was released was the worst day of my life. That’s not the Kanye I know. Sure we can talk about short attention spans and appealing to a new demographic but that’s not enough of a justification. To this day I omit it from your collection. Jesus Is King was awesome and I lived off Jesus Is Born. Jesus Is Born is my favorite album EVER! Thank you for Jesus Is Born, it helped me persevere through hard times. It recharged my spirit, It gave me faith. My congratulations stretches out to everyone in the team for a great job well done. I appreciate Jesus Is Born, thank you.

I don’t mean to sound ungrateful, I know you doing all that you can still, I am waiting for that project with Dr. Dre that you hinted with that picture you once posted on social media. And can we please get a “Watch The Throne 2”? It doesn’t have to be now, take your time. I am willing to wait patiently for the project. It’s fine even if the album comes out in 10 years time, I will grateful for it.

I’ve always known and believed in my heart and spirit that I’d get a project like DONDA. People I know wrote you off but not me. I know Kanye, from Freshmen Adjustment, College Drop-out, Late Registration, Graduation, 808’s & Heartbreak, My Beautiful Dark Twisted Fantasy, Yeezus, The Life Of Pablo and Jesus Is King. Oh snap! DONDA is better than Dark Fantasy! No, I am being rash, I can’t say that – I am just confused. Let me not compare the two projects. I just really love DONDA.

I have lived for 26 years and maybe I have a limited scope but 2021 is my best year EVER! Lionel Messi won Copa America, Cristiano Ronaldo is back at Manchester United and Kanye West released the greatest album of all time!

From the bottom of my heart, thank you for making my year! I pray God protects you and grants you everything you want and need. God bless and thank you for DONDA.

Best Regards

ANTAKALIPA